January and Other Horrors

Something about today - the last day of our holiday break - gave me the strength to face the coming month.  January is chaos at work, Thursday I start the last three weeks of my last class at Grand Canyon University, and I'm starting to feel as though I have some say in the direction of my marriage.

I have been struggling lately in my relationship...  I guess the right way to phrase that is that we have been struggling.  We're not communicating well, but we've never been great at it. I'm going to listen better, process what he says and then respond rather than react.  I think I just made a New Year's resolution.  I'm not comfortable with calling it that - I think I'll just make a vow to myself to try harder to be present in my relationship.

My relationship with the University I attend is a whole different animal.  That relationship is over.  Besides the administrative difficulties and instruction failures they have, the program I'm in is one of the worst to try to take online.  If you only have to show your degree/transcripts to work in a field, I'm sure online is great.  When you have to pass state boards and really know the subject inside and out...  well, lets just say that I've spent almost $6,000 on classes and don't know much more than the day I started.  I need to be in a classroom, talking with people, practicing what I'm learning, and really absorbing it.  UoP is launching a program at the Westminster campus sometime in March and I'm going to transfer.  It will be tough to drive down to Denver once a week, leaving at 4:30 and getting home around 11pm, but it will be worth it.

Like every January for the last 12 years, I'm about to head into hell at work.  Closing up the books for the previous tax year always takes every last bit of energy I have.  Hopefully I can ease into it; my boss is leaving for a conference on Wednesday afternoon and will be gone the rest of the week.  I keep telling myself that this is the last January I'll have to do at this job.  I'm crossing my fingers that I can get my act together and find another job before the end of the year.  After all, I'm in a field I've been tired of for at least 10 years.